guilty as charged
i got my kichimaya upset all throughout ramadhan. she sms-ed me today and i felt like total utter shit when she said she suspect i was trying to avoid her. well, technically i wasn't. i just got too caught up with myself. i'm self-absorbed that way. anyways we sorted things out and i'm gon try my very best not to do that to her ever again. fara, thanks fo that e-mail you forwarded me. the one written by that crass comedian. it cheered me up some this morning when i read it.
i think nicky sickly bluesy has had about enough of my laziness at work. sometimes i catch him throwing loathesome looks my way at the corner of my eyes. oh well, the feeling is mutual, doll. i never did actually buy that English charm of yours anyway. much too faggoty fo my taste, thank you very much.
heh heh remember i told some of yous that i was thinking about stunning dis CD of his? well, i've got it! it's sitting prettily on the desk, infront of me right now. it's a compilation of songs by bands under the ryko label. that slut got it fo free. i'm digging the replacements' 'i will dare' song.
eh haf you guys watch the tv ads fo ipod lately? they played this song by Jet in one of them ads, the fast beat rock-n-roll one. damn nice, man. i can't understand why they've been getting bad reviews fo their 'Get Born' album. i mean, it's true they shamelessly rip off some tunes from the rock-n-old maestros but i think kids these days gotta be reminded how it was like back then. then, music was never about baring the soul and getting depress all the time. it was about letting yo hair down and boogie yo ass off like there's no tomorrow. besides it's good exercise. heh. guilty as charged.
speaking of Jet, last night i was hanging out with some friends and i saw this girl walking pass the McDonald's. when i saw her that "are you gonna be my girl" song played in my head. well, she didn't have brown hair and she wasn't wearing big black boots. but she was woooooohhhhh. long, black hair. tight washed out denims. black singlet. converse and a maroon trucker. can be one of geoff rowley's posse. i wanted to get a close-up of her face but it was dark and i'm a bit rabun at night. so there! of coz i was the only one clocking her. the males in my group weren't even paying attention. i never could understand their fixation on low-slung Levis wearing, rebonded haired, spagetthi-strapped, slipper-wearing, no-tits-no-ass bunnies. they look like carbon copies of each other except they come in an assortment of colours. oh well semua ade cita rasa sendiri, i guess. too bad i'm too goddamn straight for my own good.
what was i doing checking out girls when i'm straight? there weren't any decent male eyecandy where i was at last night. so i check out girls lor. they're usually much interesting to look at anyways. some of you will agree with me that the sexiest people alive are generally women. correct not?